Jeanne looked at Losa's expression: "Tut, why do you look so disappointed? That wolf princess is quite beautiful, she should be right up your alley."

Losa sneered: "You're talking as if I'm some lecher with lust as my sole driving force."

Really, if that were the case.

Would I still be sleeping alone on that bed?

You'd all have to take maternity leave for me!

Thinking of this, Losa stroked the stubble on his chin—am I being too timid? By this point, the intimacy should be up to par, right?

But saying directly that we should sleep together seems too abrupt.

If I just reach out to touch, what if I get slapped?

Prajna gently picked up her wine cup, sipped it, using the wooden cup's lip as a shield, glancing at Losa unnoticed, then quickly put it down, flipping through the pages.

Jeanne raised an eyebrow: "Hans, what do you think?"

Hans froze for a moment, struggling to swallow the meat mixed with wine in his mouth: "Jeanne, ma'am, I'm not an authentic Werewolf, you know this, I used to be just a Reserve Knight of the Teutonic Order."

Jeanne said somewhat maliciously: "Still the same kind, don't you have any thoughts?"

Hans shook his head with genuine sincerity, silently praying in his heart, hoping that this soon-to-join Miss Chelina would be somewhat reliable.

In this light, wouldn't that mean I have backing?

Thinking about it, Miss Furin certainly wouldn't dare to bully me anymore.

As for Jeanne...

Hans reckoned that as long as it's a six-star related to the Dark Camp, few were her match—and besides, Jeanne's attitude toward him wasn't all that bad.

"Hey, really dull men."

Jeanne shrugged, gracelessly propping her leg on the table: "If I were an adult, I'd have wild parties every night, starting with Miss Prajna."

Prajna frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Though not mentally prepared, it seems it's not wholly unacceptable.

But shouldn't there be some kind of dating process?

Hans shrank his head, this topic wasn't something he could meddle in.

Yet, his heart still itched.

Which lady would be the first to become Countess?

Miss Prajna or Miss Jeanne?

At any rate, it certainly wouldn't be someone like Miss Furin with such a nasty temper!

At this moment, Furinjira spat.

Hans's hand shook with the wine cup, almost spilling the drink.

Just saw Furinjira, with red eyes, cursing: "How could there be wasabi-flavored chocolate cookies, the manufacturer should be thrown into the Fire Prison and burned to death!"

Hoo—

Hans let out a breath.

I just knew it, we're all five-stars, you definitely can't read my mind!

…

The night deepened.

After freshening up, Losa lay on the bed, wanted to say something, but looking at the clingy Furinjira, who was noisily demanding to hear a story, couldn't help but suppress his restless heart.

Silently cursed in his heart, this little third-wheel!

Wait until he coaxed her to sleep.

Only then did Prajna speak: "The new book is already finished. If you have time tomorrow, after you've read and proofread it, it can be sent to the printing workshop."

"Mm, alright, thank you."

"Goodnight."

Under the moonlight, Prajna's skin glistened like soft jade.

"Let's go out together tomorrow."

"Alright."

Prajna only slightly nodded, her expression revealing no joy or anger.

Losa glanced at Furinjira, then softly added: "Just the two of us."

Prajna slightly paused, then instantly nodded: "Okay."

That level of hint should be enough, right?

Losa lay in bed for a long while before clearing his thoughts and gradually entering a state of meditation.

Meditation can partially replace sleep, of course, this requires high Spiritual Power, his Spiritual Power value just barely reached this threshold.

In the afternoon, he generally takes a one-hour nap as a supplement.

Clearing his mind.

Losa felt his consciousness arriving in a vast, barren starry sky, where aside from those softly glowing stars, there was nothing else to be seen.

...

The candle outside the door suddenly extinguished, accompanied by a gust of cold wind.

A faint smell of the sea drifted in with the wind.

Wet footprints stretched from the hallway, courtyard, dirt, and tiles, all the way to the outside of the door.

Prajna opened his eyes, a hint of confusion in his gaze.

Then, he got up.

He nudged Losa out of his meditation: "Hog has come to visit you."

Losa, startled out of his meditative state, instantly felt a kind of grumpy irritability: "What a perfect time he's chosen."

Perhaps due to his Two Lives as a Human, his Talent in meditation was actually quite remarkable.

But just how remarkable, he had no benchmark to measure.

At this pace, another two days of meditation should increase his Spiritual Power again, which was even faster than when Losa first traversed here and practiced Knight Martial Skills to boost Attributes.

Prajna said nothing, just silently fetched Losa's cloak and draped it over him as they both headed out the door.

"Hog, what brings you to me so late?"

Hog took off his captain's hat, still hung with seaweed, pressing it to his chest as a stream of water poured down.

He smiled and said, "Good evening, great Lord."

Losa frowned: "Good evening, Captain Hog."

"My lord, I want to invite you on a mysterious underwater voyage."

There was a kind of triumphant pride on Hog's face, like showing off a treasure.

"Underwater voyage? I can't breathe underwater."

"Neither can we."

"The Ocean Disaster is enchanted with an Ocean Protection Spell, allowing you to breathe freely aboard — otherwise, my crew would be crushed to pulp by the terrifying pressure of the seabed."

"Is that so..."

Losa nodded slightly; a mysterious underwater voyage was indeed enticing to consider.

"Tell me, why extend such an invitation?"

Hog said leisurely, "My lord, I discovered the remains of a huge Sea Dragon on the seabed. I remember you're a Dragon Descendant, perhaps it will be useful to you."

"Sea Dragon?"

Losa furrowed his brow: "Forgive my bluntness, Hog, but neither a Sea Dragon nor its remains will impact my Dragon Bloodline."

A living Sea Dragon roamed the seas unchecked, its only threat perhaps being Great Wizards like Anna of nearly Legendary Tier.

As for the remains of a dead Sea Dragon...

"If it's Dragon Scale or Dragon Bone material, just bring it back. I'll forge a new batch of Equipment, and I'll give you a few pieces then."

Hog showed a mysterious smile: "My lord, you must wonder where the Sea Dragon's flesh went after it died?"

Losa furrowed his brow again: "Just say it outright, don't play the riddle game."

Captain Hog said awkwardly: "Ahem, what I mean is that near the Sea Dragon's carcass, there must be sub-dragon species that devoured its flesh and blood. You can hunt it to complete your Dragon Descendant awakening ceremony."

"Sub-dragon species? Did you find it?"

Hog shook his head: "No, I didn't dare encounter it, nor linger nearby because the aura of the Ocean Disaster is a very dangerous signal to most Sea Beasts."

"I just sensed an aura left behind, similar to that on the Sea Dragon remains, but impure, so I wanted to invite you, my lord, for this underwater hunt."

Losa furrowed his brow: "Enemy situation unclear, is it?"

He disliked fighting unprepared battles, especially underwater where it was difficult to unleash full power.

His two strongest killer moves, Breath of the Giant Dragon would definitely be restricted, and the Holy Spear would deal half damage since the enemy wasn't a dark creature.

"No, it's quite clear, I assure you that the Ocean Disaster can handle it, only needing your presence and action."

Hog patted his chest: "You have to trust me, even excluding my beloved little 'Paul', few in this ocean can threaten the Ocean Disaster."

Losa nodded slightly: "I believe you."

Hog's Intimacy might be only 'Friendliness', but as a system follower, his loyalty is unquestionable, no doubt about it.

If he assured Losa of no danger, there should indeed be confidence.

"So, Prajna, just the two of us going?"

He looked back, Prajna's dark eyes, like two clear springs, pure and beautiful.

"Is this considered a date?"

Prajna spoke.

Losa was somewhat surprised, paused, and then said: "Of course it is."

Hog smiled, retreating to show Losa not to mind him.

A rare hint of contemplation appeared on Prajna's face: "Isn't it cold underwater, should we dress warmer?"

Hog reminded from the side: "Ma'am, you're quite thoughtful, it's very cold underwater, especially when the boat is full of dead flesh, not much better than Hell."

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